Chapter Eleven: Nothing is What it Seems Part II

A burst of light echoed the gloomy outdoors time was now at a stand still. Ororo's eyes shifted back turning bleach white it was sign of terror for the rest of the X-men. They couldn't figure out was setting her off but the young ones were quick to run in fear, they knew better then to interfere. She couldn't believe it not again! She screamed in her head. Scott followed by Sam and even Remy backed off from the weather witch when she started grunting. Rogue's body collapsed to floor as Ororo advanced to the door. Wind began to pick up in Rogue's room, small clouds whisked in covering the ceiling, cracks of thunder roared in and clinks of hale got louder as they grew in size, smashing against Rogue's furniture.

As if all actions went against time, Ororo uttered one word.

"Move."

They parted as if they couldn't control their bodily actions. All heads rolled as Ororo walked through the doorframe. Eyes were set on her still when she yield her actions, the confusion on the on-lookers followed her stare, to see a disheveled Logan, leaning against the opposite wall to Rogue's room door next to Jean's door. He stood shirtless, pants unbuckled and barefoot. The door slamming behind him cemented everyone thoughts including Ororo, who personally had enough. A gust of wind blew from the windows, shaking all round her who watched. Eyes squinted as they watered when the wind picked up. Hollowed thumps followed as the harsh air collided with the door with flimsy door. Logan never tried to stopped the goddess frankly he was tried of pretending too. The door was quick to bow to the will of Ororo's strength reviling a loosely covered Jean Gray. Struggling to put on sweat pants, she hopped around with one leg inside the sweat pants. She had a tight pink t-shirt that was no were near long enough to hide lust filled shame.

"Jean…" Jean brushed back her cherry hair and bowed her head at the sound of Scott's hurt voice.

"Scott…This isn't what it looks like."

"Like hell it isn't." Logan shouldn't have invented himself into the lovers corral but it was high time things come to light.

"Shut up!" Scott bit back, unsure of what to do with his rage towards Logan.

He leapt forward removing his glasses to blast Logan a new asshole, but Remy was there and interrupted him tossing a few charged cards at Logan. It was nowhere harmful to him due to his healing factor but it created some smoke and mirrors, in this time Remy pushed back Scott and Ororo stepped aside Logan stalling the fight.

"Scott this meant nothing." Jean tried to defend herself and finally getting on her sweats, the school began to come out their rooms again. Teenagers loved the drama at the school and they all knew of the Jean chronicles in someway.

"Really?" Logan got back in the picture "You weren't saying that when I had you pinned against the wall."

"Scott…"

"Begging me to go deeper."

"Scott sweetie…"

"Screaming my name over and over."

Logan's mellow grunt and cocky smile, made Scott cringe he didn't know what he wanted to do jump off the bridge or push Jean first. Scott gripped his hair almost to point of tearing it out. He had become so stringed, he knew that something was going on and confronting Jean about it resulted in their 'break', but as of late she appeared to have changed wanting to be serious with Scott again or so he had thought. Deep down he knew it was a lie but he loved her and wanted it to work desperately. Jean dashed out the door to the left where Scott had been standing, she tugged at his shirt, and pulled at his arm, pleading with him to stay or to at lest look at her. He wasn't happy in anyway he need time and lots of it. He marched down the hall enraged with a temper he didn't know he had. The students lined the hall made him feel even more powerless. Jean lost her pride when she chased after him crying groveling for his attention. It was depressive sight a long time coming depressive sight.

In the heat of the commotion an oozing sound crept up into the ears of those surround by Jeans door, the same numbing sound they heard before the shakes started. Remy, Logan, Sam and Ororo turned in memory of the woman that Ororo knocked out. In the blackened, wet, distorted room Rogue raised like a Zombie for its grave. She wasn't fully conscious and it seemed that her episode was continuing. The fog that set over her room gave everyone an eerie chill.

"I see you want to play weather witch, how about a little poker?" she was speaking Cajun and Storm got it loud and clear.

Ororo eyes grayed over and before anyone else made a move she shocked Rogue once more, she dropped with an even harder thud. Rising her hand Ororo felt a cold grip hold her. "You know you have stop that." Remy interjected in a rather defensive way.

"What did you think I was going to do? Hurt the southern gem." She shook her arms lose when Remy's grip went limp at her words, they were sour words and seemed to house a greater meaning.

"This may surprise you but not everything is personal sometimes one must act strategically." Remy closed his eyes and lowered his head he had been caught and knew it now. Remy really didn't give Ororo proper credit. The realization of being used kicks in for him and he starts to wonder if Ororo was using Rogue's situation as a pod to her advantage…

Both Sam and Logan had lost expressions, it only got worse when Rogue's body started to levitate; Ororo used a gentle wind to carry her out of the room. "I take it that you will be following me." Ororo commented to Remy.

Behind the Scene's

Down in the MedBay, Ororo was finishing up some standard test on Rogue. After giving her a sedative it would be only moments until Rogue would awake. Remy sat in cool, small room keeping Ororo and Rogue company. He watched over Rogue in question he didn't know what was happening and from the grim look of all around no one did. Ororo wanted nothing more then to crash she had a horrible day and wanted to sleep but more importantly she needed time to herself. She watched out her window as she removed her latex cloves Being forced to remain in control at all times Ororo isn't allowed the luxury of getting angry or remorseful about things because her emotions are linked with the weather. Yet ever so often she lets a storm transpire to clear out her system and for an hour or two experienced what it feels like to be normal.

"You don't have to stay I'll stay behind." Remy offered, he could sense her distress and need to release.

"I know you would" Ororo rolled her eyes.

"What that suppose to mean." Remy questioned, he got from the chair next to Rogue and went to Storm.

"When were you going to tell me?" she whispered.

"What?"

"That you love her…"

Taking a minute to think about who Storm was and not only what she could do but what he was doing Remy answered "It isn't like that."

"You don't have to play coy with me." She interjected dryly.

"I'm not…"

"What is happening Remy, you two still sleeping with each other?" she wasn't holding back.

"That was along time ago and…" Remy tried to get close but was allowing.

"Don't! Spare me…" her tone rose and Rogue gasped, they thought she was walking up, but she was only adjusting or so they believed. "Despite how everything may have unfolded I didn't…" she paused. "I don't want anything serious, I can't see myself married Remy, a picket fenced house with kids, bound down forever? I don't have it in me…" She turned to her profile the moonlight reflecting her skin marvelously. She was a goddess and it was also her curse, no one recognized the woman behind the name.

"Nor do I chere." Remy said placing his hand on her shoulder, she shuttered at the gesture.

"Guess that was the problem." She pointed to sleeping beauty.

"Guess so." It took a moment for Remy to realize now how things could have been different with Rogue and now with Storm. Allowing everything to be mixed in the crossfire wasn't necessary and selfish not only his part but both Rogue and Storm.

"All I want is fun a good time I never experienced that." She gave a corner smile as Remy came up behind her hugging her from the behind.

"I'm the definition of fun." He smiled along side her.

Ororo took a deep breath removed herself from Remy's kind embrace. "I'm going to tend to the skis." She said gently the skis were getting dark a storm was coming, her storm, her time, her release.

"Yeah…" Remy let go of her. "Do your thing."

"Thank you for this…" Ororo said opening the window.

"Thank you for this." Remy grinned back at her and kissed her on the cheek. His heart may have been locked up for another but there was small hidden window where Ororo could always entre. She had become the exception.

Ororo took flight going higher and higher into the sky, letting go of the monster that was Mansion she swore until she could see no trace of it. Fluttering up until she was surrounded by cotton like could Ororo let the cold air filled her as the soft rain droops sprinkled on her bronze skin it too was already helping her to clear her thoughts. There wasn't anyone she wanted or needed at that moment. What she needed was fun and Remy had always been there for that he showed her so much helped her to stand again. That's why she hanged around him she liked the feeling of freedom he gave her and he enjoyed the control sensation she gave him. Everyone for too long had torn Ororo in every direction she had forgotten what she truly wanted what she was capable of and who she was entirely. She floated atop of a cloud and laid back like she was cursing down a lazy river.

"Hmmmm" the water vapor that surrounded her messaged her tense muscles, "Hmmm." The sensation was pleasure for days.

Thinking back to first man who made her felt such sensations. She sighed, she truly did loved Forge he was her first for plenty of things. It was also the time she started to change, maybe that's why she didn't react to Jeans infidelities as harsh as she should have. Ororo was numb of it all. Forge too tried to cage her; the only difference was that she was willing to change for him. Since Forge she had yet to change back only letting the opinions of others shape her.

She let go of Kurt because he didn't fit the mold or she was told rather reminded constantly by Jean. He left the X-men shortly after never explaining why. He only called once in two years to let everyone know he was now married and happy. He was a great guy to her and made her laugh consistently. Then there was Logan she cared for him but he wasn't hers she was yet again a consolation for 'her' Jean and wasn't it happening again with Remy except a whole new her? Rogue. It made her skin crawl after she saw Jean sneaking back to her room after being with Logan and due to that her actions followed. Drifting off in her land of thoughts Ororo didn't realize how far she ventured off in the storm. She was well out of town lofting above some abandon buildings in a patchy secluded field. Snapping too when she didn't recognize the place, Ororo decided to make a wind current and ride back to mansion. Her mind clearer and her body relaxed. The elements did it again restoring her body and mind.

Below-

A massive man in a dirty white tank peeked out of a hole in the boarded up window of the abandon factory below the goddess. "That weather witch is outside." His voice was deep and hollow.

Quickening his pace around the slowly collapsing staircase Pyro asked "An attack?!" as he shuffled for his lighters in his pocket, prompt and ready to go.

"No she's turning back." Blob answered.

"Think she knows?" A thin woman named Vertigo dressed in suit of rainbow colors inquired as she too walked over to the men and looked out the peep hole along side them.

"Don't think so." Blob said turning from the hole, to continue eating.

"Who cares what you think, we need to move faster!"

"Well that's why I come baring good news?" Vertigo lowered her brow and smiled at the Australian. "I Found the Cajun."

"Hmm." Pyro formally known as John Allerdyce starched his chin. After weeks of back and forth touring and recruiting for the greater cause John finally got the three words that he had been dreaming of. He was fast to cock a brow and revel a sinister smile.

An accomplished author, mutants right media figure and supportive X-men was also known as his first identity. If that wasn't a plate full to hand he was sectional leader for the BrotherHood family and loyal respondent to Magneto recognized at identity number two.

"He's with your bride to be." She finished.

"Well I guess its time to head home then." John spoke in a loud clear voice to all the surrounding brotherhood members. To which they cheered like frat boys until he entered.

Magneto entered behind the spiritually colorful, fire addict upon hearing the news of Remy location. All sound and utter thoughts were silenced when he entered, it always did. The brotherhood gave him complete attention at all times respecting him to the fullest. He nodded his head once signaling all other to leave him with John his protégé.

In the old days Magneto was the 'He' the residences at the Brotherhood boarding house referred too. He was the one who originally opened it and throughout the years continued to finance it. His goal was to collect as many young mutants that he could to build his army. He hunted for the ones that showed two primal signs: one hatred or vendetta against the mankind and ones that displayed potential power he could use for his fight against the infiltrators and humanity. He took in mutants for years at the old country house; the façade was perfect one he was seen as the kind man with the generous heart. As his work began to consume him and not being able to keep a watchful on the Boarding House, he appointed a young mutant at the time name Mystique to take charge of his house for him. She was placed in charge of continuing the highest level of training, recruiting and preparation/ missions for the greater cause.

Mystique's quick savvy attitude and all around determination to protect her young daughter Anna made Magneto respect her a great deal. She soon rose higher and higher in rank and became his second hand. Years passed and as the assignments for the greater cause got more difficult Mystique and Magneto stuck a deal to shelter their infant children from the chaos that surround them until the time came to use their mutant abilities to their personal advantages. Despite all their efforts it didn't turn out the way they had all planed. Wanda Pietro twin sister was locked away for mental issues after she went rogue when she over heard her father planning to bomb a government building. Pietro and Lorna despaired the same day Rogue too left. Rogue's departure was the hardest blow to the team her ability to absorb memories and mutant skill had always been their secret weapon.

One day after a victorious battle Rogue overheard her mother and Magneto talking about their plans which happened to directly include Rogue along with Pietro and Lorna. Her mother was battling it out with Magneto unwilling to place her daughter in such conditions, but ultimately accepted the fate. She was order to bring her daughter to the safe house in Canada along with Lorna and Pietro and the most value substance. The Evening Star.

The Evening Star was a compound mixture and the last of its kind. It was stored in a secret military based location known only to the president. The compound was the last of breed the infiltrators made. Invented for the purpose to speed up the evolutionary process, but not just speed up but advance to levels unknown to even the smartest minds. The substance looks like grounded up colorful calk in a container no bigger then the size of a quarter. That small around was enough to launch a gorilla military attack of mutants. Impossible itself to steal, Mystique brought in an impossible thief to receive it. Remy had no ideal what it was for or who it was intended for when he stole it, it was his last mission and he was happy just to be rid of the group.

Rogue, Pietro and Lorna didn't know that was the fate their parents had planned for them. Using them for their peak physical shape, unique mutations and adding in the mutant curtly the innocent three experienced first hand plus the years of brainwashing to think all humans were evil. They had personal vendettas against humanity making them the perfect solider candidate to be tested on first. During the drop off Magneto gave the pilot orders to watch Mystique carefully incase of any last minute hiccups. As Magneto thought so it was, Mystique tried a takeover was ambushed back instead. The plane was going down and acting quickly like she always did, she shoved the innocent three aboard out the emergency exit. She chose to stay behind and carried on the fight. Everything happened in a blink of an eye neither Rogue, Pietro or Lorna had time to react. With no one siring the plane went down as the innocent three Rogue Pietro and Lorna fell into the greenery of the Canadian forest. Mystique along with the others on board the plane was given up of dead. Saying if the crash didn't get them the cold would have. But because Mystique went down with the plane, no one knew Remy gave her The Evening Star so all besides her thought that his mission wasn't complete and that he was holding the compound hostage.

There is still a wedding to be had then?" Magneto asked.

"Yes."

"Wedding or not I don't expect this to interfere with the task at hand."

"Never sir" John replied very stage like.

"Good…" Magneto was in favor of the wedding for more reason then one. Mystique his once loyal left hand was a cunning woman and she somehow, someway would learn of the wedding and make a point to be there. And two John had away with Rogue that's why he was allowed to fake a double life. Having Rogue had been and always would be key "Now then if you can't comply the thief to give back what is rightfully ours I will force his hands personally after the wedding."

"Understood."

"And remember if you do fish it out of him think of the strength that it bares, its precious cargo like your beautiful bride we need them both intact. Surly if Anna found out about the plan everything be in ruins and we don't want that." Magneto gave his variation of a smile. "I suggest you go back my dear boy don't want someone stealing you wife to be." He said before walking away.

Between The Lines-

Remy continued to watch Rogue in a very trans like state. Counting the amount of times she inhaled and listening for that quite wimpier as she exhaled. She was as stunning conscious as she was in deep slumber. Around three o'clock in the morning Remy noticed Rogue was getting hot. A brow wrinkle of sweat came down the crown of her face. Pulling back her blanket to let the cool air from the vent pump her skin, Remy reached over and using the handkerchief in his pocket and padded at the sweat on her forehead. Noticing now that he removed the covers that she was actually blazing and her neck glistened with sweat, begging for a kiss or maybe a bite? He patted her neck too and the top of her chest working his way down. He pressed lightly at the drum of her breast but retracted. It was then that Rogue's eyes shot open frightening the un-spook-able thief. Latched onto his arm tight she sat up and plunged his hand down pass her ribs, her navel, her hips down deep to her sex.

"Is this what you want?" Rogue had indeed been awake for quite sometime but was waiting for the right time to make a move. Spacing Remy's fingers she rocked her hips onto them, her light mist wetting the Cajuns hand.

Remy despite himself removed his hand a looked at the belle in confusion he wasn't sure what was happening and didn't want to press her.

"You asked for three words Remy…" Rogue opened her medical dress, exposing her naked toned body and lavish cures. "Fuck. Me. Harder." It appeared to be a demand more then anything. She was so controlling it was making him hot but he was weary of her.

"Don't want to play then, fine. I'll play by myself." She looked up at Remy who stood above her as her hands ran down for playtime, his demon eyes widening at her tactics. Rogue closed her eyes biting her lip soulfully as her hands moved faster and faster. A sigh of pleasure came to her lips making her arch her back more. "Ahhggg….you like that?" she removed her hand replacing it with another. Using a whole different angle she sucked on her fingers while still teasing herself.

He didn't know why he was watching, but Remy knew he couldn't stop. Watching her touch herself skin to skin was exhilarating, each stroke would revile a bit more of her wickedness and he liked it. Her brows folding as she bit back a cry her hot fluids making her body twist for more. Fuck. Hard. Fuck. He was ready, he wanted it all and he wanted it all so bad.

Looking at Remy dead straight in his eyes Rogue mouth the words fuck me over and over until she was there at her peak. Finding strength she didn't know she had she removed her own hands and placed them into Remy's jeans in a one fast motion. Remy chest collapsed forward as Rogue tightly squeezed his hard shaft. Using her free hand she undid his zipper and pulled down his pants. Stroking him still, she would go from a grip tight up him and make circler motions going down. It wasn't even a minute until Remy's hips started to curve with motions. Licking her lips Rogue continued eye contact while groaning for him. Descending her head towards his shaft, Remy caught her by her hair and yanked her back from him. Twisting his hand in her hair Rogue never stopped playing with him.

"Say it." He commanded.

"Fuck me." Rogue said sliding back onto the bed pulling him with her. "Fuck me." She jerked him hard "Fuck me with you got." She closed her eyes as Remy's hot wet lips took hostage of her. "Gah.." Rogue sighed damn she missed the taste of him, that sweet tingle he left on her tongue.

"I want to feel every inch of you." She panted with him atop of her.

Remy wasted no time and showed no mercy. Dropping his pants completely he nailed her to the bed and spaced her legs wrapping them around his two. With a crying force Remy plunged in her, Rogue cried out for him desperation for him to take her wild and free. His thrusts were long and deep inside her finding new parts Rogue didn't know existed. Her poor lip took most of the mercy it was bleeding now and she didn't care she wanted it all. All of him. Remy found one of her erect nipples and flicked it with his ravishingly long tongue, then he licking it and sucking on it…

"Yes, Yes" she balled digging her nails into Remy's hips guiding him in and out of her, increasing his speed. "god don't stop, harder." It was nothing but Remy's duty to obey. He leaned back throwing Rogue's legs around his shoulder and crossing and holding her arms around her torso. He rammed into again this time harder deeper. She called out "Give it to me yes!" she hit her head on the bed railing and didn't notice. Her blood pumped like fire as every hair stood on ends. She was tied of the gentle and she wanted rough she wanted Remy.

Remy arched into her body letting go her bound hands, Rogue attached them fearfully at his neck. Drenched from sweat he was losing himself but kept riding her swerving in and out of her hitting all the tender spots. Rogue was stiffing her tender walls clinging to this tight shaft creating the most heavily friction she went on squeezing his neck. "Oh god oh god! Yes, yes!" Rogue chanted as she bucked with him forcing him over the edge of ecstasy with her.

It was only when he was inside Rogue that he felt that intense heated explosion of an orgasm ripple threw him where every cell was charged, it was one of the few times he felt alive. Rogue laid beneath him still bucking from the paralyzing orgasm that warped her mind, every muscle twitched as she panted for fresh air. Crashing down next to her Remy took in as much of that moment as he could from her smell to her after glow it was all he wanted. Glancing over Rogue saw him watching her, she loved it the attention he gave the feeling of desire. Rogue inched up only to wince in pain; it was hard alright how she wanted. Reaching down to the tender sensation between her legs Rogue feathered the origin for her pleasure. Bringing her hand back up to her face she saw the mixture of liquids Remy and her created.

"Chere…" Remy was about to apologize for (if anything) not using protection she was engaged after all, but Rogue was to have none of that and interrupted him dryly.

"Sshhh…"she took a taste of the mixture on her finger tips and released a devilish smile at Remy "You think you can handle a second round?" It was a taunt, a chant, a challenge it was everything and more. That night went to Rogue, she won and they both knew it but dare not speak of it.